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It burns on the way down,
I am the end of happiness.
This bottle is my escape.

I smile as the day turns red,
I grin for the unfinished tragedy
this disaster of my life.

Itís hard to say I miss the sun,
that because I donít.
Itís hard to say I miss your smile,
only because I canít.

This stoic expression,
my fallen glory.
I couldnít feel if I wanted too.
Yet I still stand.
Fallen but alive,
Breathing but dead
This is my day,
And my decision
Whether your eyes are watching or not.

So you embrace me,
forgetting the fact Iím already gone.
Iím the used trash lying in you.
Do you feel me?
Can you still breathe knowing that Iím dead?

I feel you standing on me,
Breathing in this cancer
and hoping for an excuse.
Your smile emerges through blackened eyes.
coughing through the smoke of my memory,
I smile knowing you have no idea who I am.



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